A crowd of bloodthirsty ants were attracted by rotten meat,
I looked glassy-eyedly at the lonely scenery.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct,
Losing you, what else worth caring about?
When the pigeon no longer indicated peace,
I was finally reminded
That it was condors that were being fed on the square.
With brilliant rhyming, I described the plundered love.
The dark cloud began to roof the night, the shades are unclean.
The echo of funeral flies aloft the park.
The white rose I gave you faded in the pure black surronding.
The crow was abnormally very quiet on the branch.
Silently listen to my black coat
That wanted to warm your increasingly icy memory
And the life you'd come and come through.
Mist filled the air,
In the spacious graveyard,
I'll Love you as always after being aged.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
These wing-broken dragonfly scattered in the forest,
But my eye showed not a bit sympathy.
Losing you, tears are muddily unclear,
Losing you, even my smiles had a shadow.
The wind on the moss-covering roof,
Taunt at my sadness,
As a dry well without water.
With the mournful pretty font,
I described the regretful love.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
I looked glassy-eyedly at the lonely scenery.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct,
Losing you, what else worth caring about?
When the pigeon no longer indicated peace,
I was finally reminded
That it was condors that were being fed on the square.
With brilliant rhyming, I described the plundered love.
The dark cloud began to roof the night, the shades are unclean.
The echo of funeral flies aloft the park.
The white rose I gave you faded in the pure black surronding.
The crow was abnormally very quiet on the branch.
Silently listen to my black coat
That wanted to warm your increasingly icy memory
And the life you'd come and come through.
Mist filled the air,
In the spacious graveyard,
I'll Love you as always after being aged.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
These wing-broken dragonfly scattered in the forest,
But my eye showed not a bit sympathy.
Losing you, tears are muddily unclear,
Losing you, even my smiles had a shadow.
The wind on the moss-covering roof,
Taunt at my sadness,
As a dry well without water.
With the mournful pretty font,
I described the regretful love.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
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